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Here's the chapter!!! Reminder that Twice says the opposite of what he means after his initial sentence, hence the contradictory statements! It's lowkey lazy but idrc rn lol
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Toga was bouncing up and down on the heel of her feet, standing a few feet from the entrance of the league's current hideout. Earlier that day she had asked Dabi to get her a new sweater while he was out and about and he was supposed to come back any time now.
She was beyond ecstatic. Her current sweater wasn't thick enough for the recent decline in temperature as winter approached and her old winter coat had been destroyed during a failed mission last year. Dabi was pretty good at picking out fashionable clothes too, in her opinion, although his aesthetic was a quite a bit different from her own.
As the door creaked open, she practically jumped out of her skin in anticipation. Watching the mentioned man enter, confusion slowly washed over her. He wasn't holding anything, rather his hands were in his coat pockets. Was he hiding the sweater he promised?
"Hey, Dabs?" Toga asked, shuffling closer, tilting her head a bit and she tried to figure out where the item would be, "Where's the sweater you said you'd get me?"
Dabi stood there for a moment, narrowing his eyes as he stared at her blankly. There was a few seconds of silence and awkward eye contact before he looked away and scoffed, "Yeah, I ain't say shit about getting you anything, crazy."
Toga immediately deflated, a pout on her face. She watched as Dabi started to walk off, likely to retreat into his room as he always did when do actively doing something that required him to leave his room.
"No fair!!" She complained, a whine pulling at her words, "How am I supposed to stay warm now?!"
It wasn't fair. How come he can forget to get things for others when out of the base but she had to remember everyone's requests when she went out? He's so entitled!
"I'll remember this!!" Toga called out to him as she heard his room door shut.
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Dabi was sitting on the couch of the general living area of the base when Spinner walked in. He was to grab some of the crickets he kept stored away for a snack, yet when he looked in the spot the container usually was, he couldn't find it. Who was the last one to touch it?
"Hey, Dabi?" Spinner approached the man, standing beside the couch as Dabi looked up from where he was sitting, phone in hand, "Where did you put my cricket container? You were the last one over there."
Dabi looked away immediately, going back to scrolling on his phone.
"I was asking you something, dickhead-"
"I heard you the first time, lizard." Dabi interrupted without looking up, "I'm thinking."
Spinner huffed but didn't say anything else. He stood there as Dabi continued to do whatever he was doing on his phone, tapping his foot against the floor in an attempt to remain patient.
"Ah-"
Dabi looked up from his phone and pointed across the room in the opposite direction of the cricket container's usually spot.
"Yeah, it's over there." He said, before muttering under his breath, "I think."
Spinner's eye twitched at the last part. The hell does he mean by 'I think'- Either you know where you put it or you don't. Whatever, he thought, going over to where Dabi indicated and there it was. Fucking hell…
"Why did that take you so long anyways?" He inquired.
"None of your business," He got in return, "Now fuck off."
Fine, if Dabi wanted to be rude, he wasn't going to bother with him. Turning around, Spinner took his crickets with him and returned to his room, trying to ignore all the previous bullshit.
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Sitting in front of the league's communal TV, Shigaraki was hunched over a controller and pressing away at the buttons. He was waiting for Dabi to return from a mission he sent him off on earlier, except he was a few hours late to returning. To distract himself from the urge to dust something random, the leader decided to put his frustration into a game of Smash Bros with the bots on max difficulty.
The sound of a door shutting and soft footsteps pulled him out of his focus. He put the controller down and turned towards the direction of the noise. It was probably Dabi finally returning, yet the footsteps were awfully quiet to be his. Dabi was usually stomping around like a five year old, which was a bold statement coming from Shigaraki (the league's resident man-child).
"Did you get the info?" He asks as Dabi walks into sight.
He notices the man's pressed frown. It's softer than it usually was.
"I guess?" Dabi replied, with a hint of uncertainty in his voice. He recounts what he got from the mission only to pause as he watched the expression on Shigaraki's face, "That… wasn't the right info, was it?"
"Obviously not, idiot!" The leader's hands twitched in annoyance, that deep itch to kill the man in front of him settling in, "Do you not remember what I told you this morning?!"
There was no response. Instead, Dabi seemed to look upset. Shigaraki fully expected to receive an onslaught of yelling and curses as Dabi usually would. The man never tolerated others treating him in any sort of way he didn't approve of. So the silence was more shocking than being told to fuck himself (which he was told plenty, so really anything was more shocking than that).
"Whatever, go fuck off," Shigaraki grunted, forcing himself to look back at the TV, "Actually do your job next time."
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The league were all sitting in the living space they all shared, Spinner, Shigaraki, and Twice on the couch while Toga, Mr Compress, and Kurogiri stood in front of it.
"So, we all agree that Dabi has some serious memory issues, yeah?" Spinner asked, though it was clearly hypothetical as they all seemed to hum in agreement.
"That or he's just being rude!" Toga cried, pushing her hands into her hip to emphasize her frustration theatrically.
"Yeah! Fuck Dabi!! We love Dabi!" Twice chimed in, "We should confront him! Don't bother him!"
As if on cue, Dabi walked into the room from what they all assume to be his room considering it was morning. He, as always, looked pissed of. Toga was fairly certain he just had a resting bitch face. He paused as he saw them all gathered together.
"What the hell is happening?" Dabi asked, though it sounded more like a demand for answers, "You all decided to plan some shit without telling me-"
"Are you purposefully pretending to forget things to avoid responsibility, Dabi?" Shigaraki cut him off, his crimson eyes boring into Dabi's now wide teal ones.
"What the fuck- No!" Dabi crossed his arms defensively, "Fucking hell, do I really have to explain this shit…" He said quietly to himself, yet everyone present heard him as he could see the confusion on all of their faces.
"Look- You all know how Twice has his multiple identity thing going on?" Dabi started, "It's some shit like that."
"What, so you have DID?" Mr Compress scoffed, "We would have noticed that by now, stop lying."
Dabi scowled, flipping the man off, "No, you bastard- I didn't finish."
He took a deep breath before starting up again, "I have something called OSDD, it's short of other specified dissociative disorder. It's different for each person, but like-" He sighed, "With me, I'm just… different sometimes? I'm always me, but… it's complicated. Either way, it comes with a fuck ton of memory issues, alright? I'm always 'seeming to forget something' because I legit can't remember shit. I usually only remember things vaguely like general events and stuff, not conversations or specific details-"
He looked to meet everyone's gaze only to be shocked by their equally surprised faces. Half of them had wide-eyed stares and gaping mouths while the other looked at him with other depictions of shock. He quickly looked away and frowned.
"This is why I didn't say shit." He spat.
"We support you, Dabi!!! Go kill yourself!" Twice blurted out, the first one to say anything.
With that came a chorus of responses, all full of varying levels of support. Both Mr Compress and Shigaraki had yet to say anything, but that wasn't out of character for them.
After a few minutes of answering related questions, Dabi was on his way back to his room. Before Dabi left, Shigaraki briefly told him, "You're still a valuable player in the party." with a clear look of discomfort on his face. Watching his boss force himself to be kind was a hilarious sight and he let out an amused snort before finally retreating to his room.
It could have gone worse.